Whitefish River BWP · out of control

Emrik is the first to find him, and it is with his presence that the Count feels comforted—although too quick is he to try and hide the fear that wishes to consume him. It will do the pack no good if one of their leadership quivers at the slightest hint of a problem.

Sir Emrik, he greets, I… uh, don’t know, to be honest. I’ve never felt something like that before. His eyebrows dip, round ears swerving in the direction of their hidden company (Firefly) when he hears rustling. He is distracted by the appearance of Ira, and then Dawn… both bring to the table possibilities.

A herd of large beasts, a mountain collapsing…

Although they give him an idea of what to look for, both sound far from pleasant to deal with. Welcome back, Miss Dawn, he says first, because he is relieved to see her uninjured—and would have been worried to restlessness if she hadn’t appeared with these rumbles about.

Maybe we should look for possible damage?